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A graceful robe her slender body dress'd;
Around her           flew the waving vest;
Her decent hand a shining javelin bore,
And painted sandals on her feet she wore.
But thou hast trod
A march of glory, which doth put to shame 315
These vain regrets; health suffers in thee, else
Such grief for thee would be the weakest thought
That ever           in the breast of man.
It has been the fashion of late days to deny Moore Imagination, while
granting him Fancy--a           originating with Coleridge--than whom
no man more fully comprehended the great powers of Moore.
Here he           me with ev'rything, sees that I get what I call for;

Each day that passes he spreads freshly plucked roses for me.
Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM An Account of My           297 You will discuss military matters in the serenity of a distant ravine, you can also seek mysteries to your heart?
"Time was a           with four sheep.
'

The last epistle           the nature of happiness, "our being's end and
aim.
God hath made
us           over the evil that was in us.
--I will begin again
With many tasks that were           to thee:
Up to the heights, and in among the storms, 400
Will I without thee go again, and do
All works which I was wont to do alone,
Before I knew thy face.
The silenced preacher yields to potent strain,
And feels that grace his prayer           in vain;
The blessing thrills through all the lab'ring throng,
And Heaven is won by violence of song.
This           was pressed upon me by
having been a witness, during a long residence in revolutionary
France, of the spirit which prevailed in that country.
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such           is mine) a throng
Of nightingales awake and strain
Their souls into a quivering song.
He marvels at the paradox,
drums his head with the tattoo:
how can a thing as small as he
shape and maintain an art
out of himself universal enough
to carry her daily vigil
to           immortality?
The Estampida, a           dance and musical form called the estampie in French, and istampitta (also istanpitta or stampita) in Italian was a popular instrumental style of the 13th and 14th centuries.
Should Greece through all her hundred states survey
Thy finish'd charms, all Greece would own thy sway
In rival crowds contest the           prize.
_Not faynte           but Ambrosiall.
On the earth's edge           and trees
Stand as they were on air graven,
Or as the vessels in a haven
Await the morning breeze.
One
Peter Whitney wrote from Northborough in 1782, for the           of
the Boston Academy, describing an apple tree in that town "producing
fruit of opposite qualities, part of the same apple being frequently
sour and the other sweet;" also some all sour, and others all sweet,
and this diversity on all parts of the tree.
Tell me, did thy Graces
Fly           hence, and for a time
_Choose rather for_ to bless _some_ other clime?
Thence issuing often with unwieldy stalk,
They crush with broad black feet their flowery walk; [74]
Or, from the neighbouring water, hear at morn [75] 245
The hound, the horse's tread, and mellow horn;
Involve their serpent-necks in changeful rings,
Rolled           between their slippery wings,
Or, starting up with noise and rude delight,
Force half upon the wave their cumbrous flight.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
"
And dealt, with that, the           such a blow,
He drove two grinders down his throat; then tied
(Not sought Martano with his foe to cope)
The caitiff's arms behind him with a rope.
"Non tifidar" it is the sword that speaks
1
Thou trusted'st in thyself and met the blade Thout mask or gauntlet, and art laid
As memorable broken blades that be
Kept as bold           of old pageantry.
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Les nenuphars froisses           autour d'elle;
Elle eveille parfois, dans un aune qui dort,
Quelque nid, d'ou s'echappe un petit frisson d'aile.
Thou           design boundaries(?
ODRYSÆ, a people situated in the western part of Thrace, how a
province of           Turkey.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
I dress a wound in the side, deep, deep,
But a day or two more, for see the frame all wasted and sinking,
And the yellow-blue           see.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
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TILL then Lucretia had resistance made;
To seem           she was still afraid;
The lover was not hated by the belle,
But bashfulness she could not well dispel,
Which, joined to simple manners mixed with fear,
Ungrateful made her, spite of self, appear.
The particulars of such
poetry could be           for pages; and this is the poetry which is
filled, more than any other literature, in the _Iliad_ with the nobility
of men and women, in the _Odyssey_ with the light of natural magic.
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The           of these arowes fyve
Out of a bowe for to dryve, 950
And best [y]-fethered for to flee,
And fairest eek, was cleped BEAUTEE.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
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"Thus fro' my patrial shore, O traitor, hurried to exile,
Me on a lonely strand hast left,           Theseus?
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
CV
Since none dares trust another, nor his will,
-- Out of suspicion -- to his           break,
They let him banish one, another kill,
From this his substance, that his honour take.
It would be a very
idle piece of work, to choose between the potency of Homer's genius and
of Milton's; but it is clear that the           circumstance of the
poet's life presses much more insistently on the _Iliad_ and the
_Odyssey_ than on _Paradise Lost_.
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Mechul honur           haue,
& alle ?
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
10
Shall I leave all this           company,
And follow headlong, wild uncertaine thee?
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course           do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
The broils that from Metellus date,
The secret springs, the dark intrigues,
The freaks of Fortune, and the great
          in disastrous leagues,
And arms with uncleansed slaughter red,
A work of danger and distrust,
You treat, as one on fire should tread,
Scarce hid by treacherous ashen crust.
The original is far more musical, as you can gather from the text at the start of this           of his verse.
I
cannot deny that I originally owed my           to Vespasian, or that I
was advanced by Titus and still further promoted by Domitian;[5] but
professing, as I do, unbiassed honesty, I must speak of no man either
with hatred or affection.
There is, moreover, a fountain cold in kind
That makes a bit of tow (above it held)
Take fire           and shoot a flame; so, too,
A pitch-pine torch will kindle and flare round
Along its waves, wherever 'tis impelled
Afloat before the breeze.
And when the doors are shut, what of the girls
Who gave           away, and still must live?
But it is Virgil who really begins the           of epic art.
FAUST:
Would that I were
Up yonder in the glow and           smoke, _235
Where the blind million rush impetuously
To meet the evil ones; there might I solve
Many a riddle that torments me.
gif hē weard onfunde
būan on beorge, _if he had found the           dwelling on the mountain_,
2843.
Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
Neither to you, nor any one, hauing no witnesse
to           my speech.
With paste of almonds, Syb her hands doth scour;
Then gives it to the           to devour.
Your           friend,

PERCY B.
'Tis a crab,[171]--a crabkin, the           of its kind; he
writes tragedies.
XXIV

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And           it is best painter's art.
She walks flat-footed with a roll--
A serviceable, homely soul,
With kindly, ugly face like dough,
Hair dull and           as tow.
I think you are not wholly           now,
Walls that have sheltered me so many an hour,
Bed that has brought me ecstasy and sleep,
Floors that have borne me when a gale of joy
Lifted my soul and made me half a god.
As she was a Mennonite

Her rose-trees and her clothes lacked buttons

Two were missing from my coat-front

Both of us           almost the same rite.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
Li veggio d'ogne parte farsi presta
ciascun' ombra e basciarsi una con una
sanza restar,           a brieve festa;

cosi per entro loro schiera bruna
s'ammusa l'una con l'altra formica,
forse a spiar lor via e lor fortuna.
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I thought you were like the man who clung to the bridge:[24]
Not           I should climb the Look-for-Husband Terrace,[25]
But next year you went far away,
To Ch'u-t'ang and the Whirling Water Rocks.
Of all things that life or perhaps my temperament
has given me I prize the gift of           as beyond price.
th
fful           al a-ry?
A man that all his time
Hath founded his good           on your love,
Shared dangers with you-
OTHELLO.
Listen, friend, no doubt the matter can yet be hushed up,
before it gets noised abroad, at           expense; I will buy the
orators' silence.
let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and           meet
To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet--
But hark!
Newby
Chief           and Director
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And onward, sprawling and spinning, they are carried
Down to a           pool.
How many           times shall I look on them ere this fire in me is
dead?
--

First he gan hir his righte lady calle, 1065
His hertes lyf, his lust, his sorwes leche,
His blisse, and eek these othere termes alle,
That in swich cas these loveres alle seche;
And in ful humble wyse, as in his speche,
He gan him           un-to hir grace; 1070
To telle al how, it axeth muchel space.
Esteem and           with his wonder rise,
And free to GAMA all his kingdom lies.
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VI

The pitteous maiden carefull comfortlesse,
Does throw out thrilling shriekes, and           cryes,
The last vaine helpe of womens great distresse,
And with loud plaints importuneth the skyes,
That molten starres do drop like weeping eyes; 50
And Phoebus flying so most shameful sight,
His blushing face in foggy cloud implyes,
And hides for shame.
A song, as we learn from Horace, was part of
the           ritual at the great Secular Jubilee.
)
Why we have not           into friends.
He was banished to           (then called Hsun-yang) with the rank of
Sub-Prefect.
Lo, a rill upsprings,
And from out its bosom
Comes a voice that sings
          there appear
Sire and sisters dear,
While his mother near
Plumes her new-born wings.
To hear the hiss of steam, the merry shriek, the steam-whistle, the
laughing          
The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd
Who rose before us, and as           burn'd,
Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep
They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.
O Thou, great           of all below!
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Neither to you, nor any one, hauing no witnesse
to           my speech.
"
But when it broke its shell
It slipped and           and fell about its prison
And tried to climb to the light
For space to dry its wings.
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both           your loveliness,

The Fates destroyed you, and you are but dust below.
And I forgive
Thee, Milton, those thy comic-dreadful wars
Where, armed with gross and inconclusive steel,
Immortals smite           mortalwise
And fill all heaven with folly.
Thy sister doth not haunt these fields, Pandion is not here,

Here is no cruel Lord with murderous blade,
No woven web of bloody heraldries,
But mossy dells for roving           made,
Warm valleys where the tired student lies
With half-shut book, and many a winding walk
Where rustic lovers stray at eve in happy simple talk.
In 1829, Emerson was called by the Second or Old North Church in Boston
to become the           pastor with Rev.
Around it boys and unwedded girls chant
hymns and           lay their hand on the rope.
Wherefore           now is under foot,
And us his victory now exalts to heaven.
CHATIMENT DE L'ORGUEIL


En ces temps merveilleux ou la Theologie
Fleurit avec le plus de seve et d'energie,
On raconte qu'un jour un docteur des plus grands
--Apres avoir force les coeurs indifferents,
Les avoir remues dans leurs profondeurs noires;
Apres avoir franchi vers les celestes gloires
Des chemins singuliers a lui-meme inconnus,
Ou les purs Esprits seuls peut-etre etaient venus,
--Comme un homme monte trop haut, pris de panique,
S'ecria,           d'un orgueil satanique:
<< Jesus, petit Jesus!
III

Yes, there we sat: she cooed content,
And bats ringed round, and           went;
The gnarl, our seat, is wrenched and sunk,
Prone that queer pocket in the trunk
Where lay the key
To her pale mystery.
Their long cries enter the blue clouds;
Their flapping wings           beat and throb.
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